It Can't Rain On Planet Crayne

• Chapter Three: Cheerios And The Real Evil •

• Chapter Three: Cheerios And The Real Evil •

      I slid into my chair at the dinner table, trying hard to conceal my guilt. I smiled at the plate of taco shells and the array of food. My dad was already shoveling hamburger into his shell, but my mother waited patiently for me to be situated.

 "So, how was your day?" My mother asked, almost robotic-ally. She always asked me that and my answer was always the same.

 "It was fine." I replied, helping myself to a taco shell.

 She nodded, but I could tell she wasn't completely convinced. I guess you could see that I was lying easily, as if it was written all over my face. But this wasn't the kind of thing where you smoke once and get so guilty you tell your parents, they get mad but eventually forgive you. No, this was about somebody else's life. If I told them, they'd flip out and Hiana would be thrown in jail or an asylum.

 I filled my taco up and ate it, my plate catching most of the mess underneath me. I proceeded to eat two more before I started getting worried about Hiana.

 "I'm not feeling too well; I think I'm going to head off to bed." I announced pushing back my chair with my legs and stepping out.

 I walked slowly into the kitchen, grabbing a box of Cheerios before going down the hall.

 "Do you have any homework?" My mother said sternly.

 "Nope." I padded down the hall to the closet and took out some sheets to make Hiana's bed with. I couldn't help but notice my school bag sitting in the kitchen, my math book full of homework--which obviously had to wait.

  I returned back to my room, stuff in hand, I was surprised to see Hiana trying to turn on my PlayStation. She was mashing the controller's buttons and jerking back the cord. I winced at how rough she was being with my pride and joy, but I had to be calm. It was obvious she didn't understand much yet.

 I chucked the Cheerios down near her and closed the door behind me, sinking down beside her, "Calm down, I'll turn it on for you."

 What's wrong with it?" She asked, confused to what she was doing wrong.

 I leaned forward and turned it on for her, it was a good thing I had small patience. Hiana's face lit p as the TV turned on to the PlayStation logo. I was about to take the controller form her when the phone beside my bed began to ring.

 I leaped for the phone, almost ripping it from the wall as I put it up to my ear. "Hello?"

 "Hey dude." Logan chirped. His voice always sounded so weird on the phone, as if he had it inside his mouth. For all I know, he probably did. Weirdo.

 I sat on the edge of my bed, praying Hiana would keep quiet. I didn't need Logan blabbing to the whole class that I was keeping a girl in my room.

 "Hey."

 There was the sound of guns going off in my room and for a split second I was scared, until I realized Hiana had just figured out how to turn on a game.

 "Gavin." She squeaked, "I can't stop shooting!"

 I sighed. At least she knew more than most girls I knew, they were always pretending to play video games for attention. It was so stupid. If I wanted to hang out with someone who played games, I would have Logan come over.

 "Just stop holding in the bu—"

 "What's up?" Logan paused mid-sentence, "—wait a second, who are you talking to?"

 Gavin!" Hiana whispered again loudly, as if I hadn't already heard her.

 When I didn't reply right away she whispered sharply again. "I'm using all of your ammo!"